Tex -- I made a mistake fifteen years ago, one that could have landed my ass in jail. Instead, I made a deal. I signed away the rights to a child I'd never see, and then I joined the Army, putting the Dixie Reapers and my life in Alabama firmly in my rearview. But now I'm back, and I can't help but wonder what happened to my son or daughter. What I discover makes my blood run cold, and I vow to do anything in my power to save the daughter I've never met. I just didn't count on rescuing two damsels, or that the second one would look at me with haunted eyes that would make me do something stupid. I'd vowed to never let another woman fuck me over. I just hope I don't regret letting Kalani into my home and into my life. She has trouble written all over her.
Kalani -- I've been locked away my entire life. Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough on the outside, but I know firsthand about the horrors inside those walls. I'd always expected I'd die there, until he came. Not that he was coming for me. I've sheltered his daughter, Janessa, as much as possible, and in return I gained her trust and loyalty. I'd have never guessed those two things would save me. Or maybe they didn't, because now I'm faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn't. His club suggested a marriage of convenience, to keep me out of Hillview, but I want more than just his name. I have no doubt this is going to end with my heart shattered at my feet, but he keeps the nightmares away. For the first time in my entire life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more... I want to be loved.
WARNING: Contains strong language, abuse, and other dark elements, as well as explicit sexual content. There is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.
Praise for Tex (Dixie Reapers MC 6)
"Tex, real name Houston Rodriquez, and Kalani's story was engaging yet heartbreaking but I'm so glad that they were able to have a promising HEA after all they both had endured. This is by far my favorite book in the Dixie Reapers MC series!"
-- 5 Stars from Dee, Goodreads Review
"Tex left it all behind, the club his life and joined the Army. He returns 15yrs later, back to the Dixie Reapers but also wants to meet the child he left behind. Kalani had been through so much and [was] just trying to rebuild [her]self and finding peace was going to take time. Tex was a sweetheart. That man had a heart of gold. He took care and showed that he had patience. I loved it."
-- 5 Stars from Jan, Goodreads Review
"I loved Tex just like I expected that I would. What caught me by surprise and actually made me shed a tear was Kalani’s story. I loved her... this is probably my favorite story besides Torch. I recommend it as a must read but you should read the other stories first it helps with keeping up with the others that are mentioned in the story. I finished this book so quickly because I couldn’t put it down."
-- 5 Stars from Deshonda, Goodreads Review
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Tex (Dixie Reapers MC 6)
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Copyright © 2018 Harley Wylde
"You coming in or are you gonna stare all night?" the Prospect asked, tossing the cigarette away.
I approached the gate and held up my cut when I got there. His eyebrows lifted as he looked at the Dixie Reapers patch on the black leather, then his gaze took in my Army-issued duffle and the dog tags hanging around my neck. Something entered his eyes, like understanding, then he slid the gate open and let me inside.
"My name's Johnny. Welcome home, soldier."
I smiled a little. "Thanks. Torch inside?"
"Nah. He's at home with his wife and kid. Same for the VP."
Torch and Venom were married with kids? Hell, I'd never seen that one coming. It made me wonder what else had changed around here. I guess I hadn't given it much thought, almost like my past had just stayed frozen in time while I'd been off being a soldier. My thoughts must have been showing on my face. The Prospect smirked and shook his head.
"If you can't believe that, then you definitely won't believe that Bull and Preacher have old ladies now too. And Ryker Storme claimed Flicker's sister. Even though his daddy is the Pres of Hades Abyss, he's stuck around so Laken can be near Flicker."
"I don't know what the fuck is in the water around here, but I think I'll stick with beer. No way I'm letting some woman into my life like that," I said, shifting the weight of my bag.
"Now that you've said that, you've just doomed yourself." Johnny smiled. "I bet you're leg-shackled before the end of the month."
I snorted. Yeah, not fucking likely. With a salute, I headed toward the clubhouse. Better to get this shit out of the way. I had no idea who was inside, or if I'd know anyone in there at all. As far as I knew, all my old club was still active, but I had no doubt a lot of new faces had joined over the last fifteen years. The kid at the gate couldn't have been more than twenty. The club needed some young blood. The rest of us were getting too fucking old.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside. A mug was slammed down on the bar top, and a moment later, I was engulfed in a hug from a man nearly twice my size.
"Jesus, Tank," I wheezed. "Can't fucking breathe, man."
He slapped my back and pulled away, smiling broadly. "It's fucking good to see you, Tex. Thought you'd never make it back."
"Guess I got tired of following the rules."
"Torch know you're here?" he asked.
"Nope. Thought I'd surprise everyone."
He motioned to the cut clutched in my hand. "Why aren't you wearing that? You're still one of us."
"Doesn't fit anymore."
He took it from me and tossed it to the Prospect behind the bar. "See that a new one is ordered for Tex." His gaze scanned over me again. "Better ask for an XXL. Fuck, man, you're almost as big as me."
"Yeah, right. No one's as big as you, Tank."
He grinned and slapped my back again, nearly knocking me off my feet. I didn't know if I even still had a room here at the clubhouse, and I wasn't sure how to go about asking. Yeah, these guys were considered my family, but I'd pretty much abandoned them fifteen years ago. It was a little presumptuous of me to just appear and expect everything to go back to normal. I'd hoped Torch would be around so we could talk.
"Why don't we grab a beer and catch up?" Tank asked. "A lot of changes around here since you've been gone."
"I heard Torch and Venom both have old ladies. And Bull? Shit. After what happened with his baby momma, I thought for sure he'd steer clear of relationships. That bitch was something else."
Tank smirked. "It gets better. His new woman is younger than his daughter. Ridley gave him grief. And he now has a son, Foster. His kid is younger than his grandkids."
"Shit, Ridley is married?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. She's with Venom."
I spit out the swallow of beer I'd just taken. "Are you fucking kidding?"
He shook his head. "Bull wasn't too happy about it at first, but he's come around. Venom treats Ridley like a queen. They have two kids, both girls."
"And Torch? The Prospect at the gate said he had a wife now."
"Isabella. She's like thirty years younger than him, but I've never seen two people meant for each other more than those two. They have a kid too."
"Definitely not drinking the water around here," I muttered as I swallowed more beer.
Tank chuckled. "Don't blame you, man."
"Got a lot of new members?" I asked.
"Since you left? Yeah. A lot of Prospects have come and gone over the years, but a few have patched in. Our newest is Coyote," he said with a nod toward a table in the corner.
The guy looked to be near my age, and he wasn't lacking for female attention. My dick didn't even stir as I looked at the mostly naked club sluts draped over Coyote. It had been so fucking long since I'd been laid, I wasn't sure my cock even worked right anymore. When I was younger, I'd had a different woman every night. After joining the Army, the women hadn't been quite as plentiful, or more aptly put, my days hadn't been quite as free. Over the years, I'd soured toward females, not trusting them. Getting my dick wet hadn't been worth a possible STD or being trapped by some conniving bitch who got pregnant on purpose. So I'd abstained. Now I never even felt the urge anymore. I could probably walk onto the set of a porno and my dick wouldn't so much as twitch.
Pathetic. That's what I was. Thirty-five and my cock was fucking useless except to take a piss. Probably for the best. When it had been in good working order, I'd knocked up the girl I'd been seeing. Just hadn't realized at the time that she was sixteen and had been using a fake ID. Had I known she wasn't eighteen, I wouldn't have fucking touched her. I'd miraculously gotten off without jail time and had entered the Army a few days later. I had no clue what happened to that girl or my kid. I'd thought of looking them up a few times over the years, but the girl's parents had made me sign away my parental rights to my kid. Some days, I regretted doing that. Had she even kept the baby?
"What's that look?" Tank asked.
"Taking a trip down memory lane. It wasn't a happy memory."
He nodded. "There's someone you should meet. Come on."